Daddies and Princesses {Short Story}

Seduction Policies

Harry and Louis were digging through the racks at Dillard's, just looking around the stores. It was Saturday, and the boys were going to shop, go to the beach, eat a nice dinner, and go see a movie.

But Louis hadn't given up on the idea of having mind-blowing sex with the present he was going to get his daddy tomorrow. He wanted this and Harry was going to give it to him.

"Can we go to Victoria's Secret?" Louis asked innocently.

"Why?" Harry asked distractedly, holding up a lime green button-up.

"I want panties. I can wear those tomorrow for you, Daddy."

Harry shot Louis a harsh glare. "Stop."

Louis was angry. How come Harry was being a dick?

"I'm going," Louis said coldly, tuning on his heel. Harry didn't even chase after him, he just let Louis leave his sight and take a cabbie to their hotel.

Louis grumbled as he sat on the bed, crossing his arms over his chest. He would seduce Harry into this if he had to. He wanted Harry to agree to celebrate Father's Day.

Sure, they could have a good fuck and Louis could still all Harry 'daddy' but the point is that Harry didn't agree and Louis always got what he wanted.

When Harry got back, he checked to see if Louis was there, and, yeah, Louis was there, naked, with his own fingers up his bum, and Louis fish-mouthed, staring at his boy.

Louis caught his eyes, making an overdramatic face of pleasure and arching his back obscenely.

"Daddy, my fingers can't fit," Louis whined, twisting his tiny hand to try to get deeper. "They can't get where yours can," he whimpered, looking up at Harry through hooded eyes.

"Hell, Lou, I was expecting for you to y-yell at me or something," Harry groaned, taking slow steps towards Louis, who his his smirk by tilting his head back and moaning.

"No, baby, no talking, I need... Please, Daddy."

And Harry couldn't say no.

~~~

Three orgasms later, Louis was panting as he laid on his back, right beside Harry, who was smoking a cigarette.

"You like when I call you Daddy," Louis whispered, trailing his dainty fingers up Harry's creamy, tattoo-littered torso.

"Today is not that special occasion you're looking to celebrate," Harry responded, flicking his cigarette ashes into the trash can by the bed.

"You'll celebrate with me, won't you, Daddy? I can get you a present?" Louis said sweetly, climbing to straddle Harry's bare hips.

The younger lad let his hazy green eyes travel over Louis's excited face before pulling the fag back to his thin, but swollen, lips.

Harry hummed around the cigarette, let out the smoke, and shrugged. "I'm still not up for it, Lou. I let you celebrate all the holidays. You've never wanted this before-"

"Father's Day is more popular in America."

"This is California, Lou. Let's take a cab to Hollywood tomorrow. Please, Lou, I really hate holidays."

Louis let out a scream, literally, like a child. Harry's hand met his thigh harshly. "Don't act like that! You will do as I say! Get off me and go get dressed so we can go to dinner."

"You're just proving how much of a daddy you act like, Styles," Louis growled, glaring at his fiancé in anger.

"Naughty boys don't get what they want," Harry shot back.

"Naughty boys!? How many normal couples do that!? Daddy, please!" Louis begged, gripping Harry's shoulders.

"Go get dressed, Louis. This is the last time I'm going to tell you."

Louis got up, stomping to his suitcase and pulling out clothes.

Damn seduction policies: sex doesn't always get you what you want.